Be my bride

SASHA'S POV

"Sasha, as far as I know, no man has as much influence as your Ex-husband, Roland, in Boston.” Nina said, her hands trembling slightly.

I could tell what she was thinking about. Nina was worried. Worried that I won’t be able to fight against all those who have wronged me.

“There’s someone,” I let out a small smile as I watch Nina’s eyes widened in shock.

“Who? Who has more influence than Roland Conrad?” She asked, taking a step closer to hear who I was about mentioning.

“Noah Beck.” I replied, taking in my lower lips as the words slipped out of my tongue. “Noah Beck. Roland’s Stepbrother.”

I knew it was ridiculous to beg someone as influential as Noah Beck, but I was too desperate to think of my pride.

I was willing to set aside the hatred I have against him, if it means getting back on my feet. I was willing to do everything.

“Roland has a Stepbrother? I have no idea.” Nina’s jaw dropped and her eyes widened even more like that of a saucepan. 

“Yes. No one knows about him except the Conrad family, including me. Noah Beck is more influential than Roland.” 

Nina stared at me with a puzzled look on her face, blinking rapidly as she tried to process the words that I had just said, “Why?”

“Unlike Roland, Noah hates the media. To keep his identity hidden, he had the whole family sign an NDA, if anyone dare leaks his pictures, they are to pay some hefty amount,” I muttered.

I moved towards the window, my eyes raking through the city that was slowly waking from its slumber, “When he whispers, the world tilts,” I added.

Nina looked cautious, like the thought of Noah had filled her with dread. “What is he like?” she whispered, the question like she was scared of hearing the answer I would give.

A soft smile curved on my lips, my mind wandering back to the family Christmas dinner I had first met him, “He is a cunning man, cold, calm and calculating,” I muttered, my voice low like I was back in the room stuck under his intense gaze.

“He is the kind of smart that doesn’t have to say it. You just know it,” I mumbled. I chuckled, “He hated me. He said, My sight only brought the kind of memories he hated to recall,” I said.

“Why? You are one of the nicest people that I have known all my life,” she frowned, her eyes wide as she stared at me.

I exhaled loudly, folding my arms across my chest as I stared at her, “He thought I married Roland for his money.”

She glowered, her fist clenched, “But you didn’t!” she protested.

“I know. I wish I did,” I muttered, my eyes glaring at the ring on the table. The only proof that I was once a Conrad.

The heavy hung heavy in the room.

I had given my soul in the sham of a marriage with Roland, and in the end, he had left me with scars.

“Should we reach out to him?” she asked, looking at me with hopeful eyes.

I heaved a sigh, “Nina, the man hates my guts. Nothing about me would sound pleasing…” I paused, the words trapped in my throat.

She moved closer to the edge of the chair, her eyes wide, “What?”

I smirked. I may have just found leverage.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend.

“He hates Roland, some fight about a company document he had leaked… it was a long story, but Roland got the company, Noah built his,” I said, quickly summarizing the story.

“So does that mean that he will help us?” she asked.

“To spite Roland, he will move the world,” I said, my fingers moving fast as I typed an email.

“Sent,” I smirked, looking at the screen with a satisfied smirk on my face. There was no hurt more wrathful than that of a scorned woman. Roland was going to regret hurting me.

“He replied!” Nina shrieked, her eyes wide as she opened the email.

“What?” I frowned, shocked at her words.

“He had agreed to meet you,” she said, her smile faltering for a second. “Now.”

“I have to go,” I said, rushing to the closet as I searched for a suitable dress to meet the most influential man in the business world.

Nina was a bundle of nerves, and my running around didn’t ease her turmoil.

“You have that look on your face,” I muttered, staring at her through the mirror. “What is on your mind?” I asked. Nina always wore her emotions like a sleeve.

“I am scared,” she mumbled, her voice trembling slightly.

“About?” I asked, moving closer to her.

“That you will lose yourself in this path of vengeance,” she muttered.

A ghost smile crossed my lips, “I have lost everything. This is my way of picking myself back, piece by piece,” I said, kissing her cheeks as I walked out of the house.

“Mrs Conrad…”

“Sasha,” I cut in, smiling at the man.

“Sorry. Mr Beck ordered that I drive,” he said.

He opened the car door, and there he was.

Noah Beck.

Sitting in his full glory, his eyes scanning through the files on his lap, unfazed, like he couldn’t feel my eyes on him.

“You are late, Sasha,” he muttered, his deep baritone voice resonating through my body.

He remembered me.

“Get in,” he said in a dismissive tone.

“I read through your email,” he said, getting straight to the point. This was Noah, no need for pleasantries.

“I have a better proposal,” he said, leaning against the car seat as he stared at me.

“What is it?” I asked in a low tone.

“I will help your company grow, but you…” He paused, leaving his words hanging in the air.

Noah Beck was a devil, a man who traded souls like coins.

“You don’t even know what I have planned,” I muttered.

“I don’t care, I will get your company running, and get you enough shares in Roland’s company to control him,” he said.

He had me. He knew it.

“What is it you want from me?” I asked, my voice low and dark.

He smirked, his eyes flickering with interest— a dangerous spark.

His next words tilted my world on its axis.

“Be my bride.”